My dad and I had just settled a lawsuit between the two of us (longer story, post history), and I was at a family gathering with him in Atlantic City with my sister and other family members. My grandfather was not in good health, but as a family we all decided to go to a casino as a way to get our minds’ off of grampa’s condition. However, Dad and I had just settled a lawsuit, and I love my sister. I said “if you lay a hand on my sister, I will do everything I can do to hurt you badly, right here, right now. I don’t care that we’re in public. We’ll leave because you’re our dad and you have asked for that. But you aren’t going to lay a hand on my sister while I am here.” I had spent my last year at college lifting weights, and had worked as a bouncer. This wasn’t an idle threat.
There’s more to that story, but I have never forgotten my dad’s words. Whatever the hell was going on with him, he was willing to threaten violence to my sister in a public place when there was no safety or other issue. Not on my watch. John Nichols, retired Lt Col from the US Army, retired attorney, Scottsdale, AZ resident, Deacon and Eucharistic minister in Scottsdale: I am talking about you. Man-up and take responsibility. I’ve fielded a few inappropriate requests over the years, but one in particular really stands out. I was in my mid twenties and a friend and I had an apartment. His older girlfriend had a thirteen year old daughter, and she had a friend who was the same age. The Amies, because they were both named Amy. Amy would split time between her dad and mom, and mom was a bartender.